Durarara Lemons

Dirty Sounds

Izaya was sitting at his desk, typing away on his laptop before turning to his desktop computer to scroll down some website, trying to find the information he was searching for. He kept going from one computer to the other, while a smirk was plastered on his face. He found every bit of information he had dug out that day very useful and exciting. And it was just the information he needed for his client. Perfect. And to make it even better, his bitter secretary had already gone home, so she wasn't there to get in his way. Though, he did admit he liked messing with her so it was quite fun to have her around.

Shizuo was on his way home from work. He had just stepped out of the train from Ikebukuro and was now in Shinjuku, heading for Izaya Orihara's apartment. It was Saturday and they both had tomorrow off, so they agreed on spending the night and day together.

Shizuo stopped briefly to stretch his sore back, making his spine crack. That week had been stressful - scratch that. That month had been stressful and now he had an ache in his back. "How annoying." He growled under his breath as he neared the apartment. He walked with his hands in his pockets and was quite eager to see the flea again.

When he finally stood before the door to the flea's apartment, he got an idea and a smirk appeared on his face. He opened the door and stepped in. "Izaya, I'm home." He yelled. Well, it wasn't really his home but he liked putting it that way. It sounded natural too, even though their relationship was twisted.

As he didn't get a reply, he stepped inside and stood before the flea's desk, glaring at the working man. Shizuo coughed lightly in his fist. "I'm home." He repeated

"You don't say." Izaya mocked, not turning his gaze away from his precious computers.

"Shut it, flea." He growled and ghosted a hand behind him to rub at his back. "Listen," he sighed, "do you remember last week when you interrupted me in my shower and demanded to.. you know."

"Well, of course I remember, Shizu-chan! How would I ever forget how you moa-"

"Flea!" Shizuo half-yelled and the flea chuckled and smirked in response as he finally lifted his gaze from his computers and looked at the blonde, watching how he rubbed at his back. "Look, you promised that if we... did it, you would give me a massage sometime." He started.

"Yes?"

"Yeah.. I would kinda like that now." He sighed.

"No."

"What?" he nearly hissed.

"No. I'm working right now, Shizu-chan."

"I don't give a shit." The blonde hissed.

"It can't be helped. Or are you that eager for me to touch you?" he grinned.

"Wha-? N-no! I just want a massage, dammit! You promised!" he growled. Oh hell, he wasn't gonna give up. He really wanted that massage and he needed it. He felt tense and then there was that annoying ache too.

Izaya sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. "I suppose I did." He said and rose from the chair. "Let just get it over with." He said and headed for the stairs, with Shizuo following closely behind. "Why do you want it so badly all of a sudden?" he asked as Shizuo took off his sunglasses and vest.

"Because. My back hurts."

"Hmm? That's not good." Izaya mumbled to himself.

Shizuo stripped out off his vest and white dress shirt and lay down on his stomach on the bed. He folded his arms and buried his face in them, moving a bit to get comfortable. Izaya sat down beside the blonde's torso and glared at his back.

"I'm ready." Shizuo said impatiently.

Izaya hesitated but placed his index finger on the blonde's neck and stroke the skin. Shizuo could hardly feel it and was slowly loosing his temper. "Flea."